[Verse 1: PARIAH PETE]
Came a long way from saving up for a bus pass, now i bust fast, if she got a fat ass
I dont mean to interrupt and sound rude, but theres food on my mind, and I’m tryna eat you
I mean, i see you waiting for a mill/meal, I’m doing the same, but ill serve you with the real
If i do rise, i will save you a spot, somewhere hella real nice, you could bring the lot out
Never been the f*cking one to ever cop out, the way i bop now, you would think I’m college drop out
And i stomp out, opponents in the yard, applauding y’all, see the distance too far
In my rear view, spot a whole lot of skeletons, Benjamins, simpletons
Even those elephants
They was in the room, for a tune or two, now its past noon, and I’m passing you
On the drive, on the ride like the autobahn, i limit speeds if i speak from a jumbotron
Deities sing to me from the octagon, bull in a china shop, no comparison
See i can’t pass the torch
You’ll scold if you fold and explore within the chords
I’m horse back, with a mouse trap
Ready to bounce back, roll the f*cking ball
20 pounds on the soundtrack
[Chorus 1: PARIAH PETE]
Never find us on the radar
Only speaking business when speaking in the lair
If you on the clock, ya betta hustle that way
And eliminate an empty suit, any f*cking day so uh
You want treaties and truces
These motherf*ckers must be clueless
You want treaties and truces
So you dont see yo family hanging from nooses
X2
[Verse 2: Jalopy Bungus]
I ain't calling for peace cuz the opposition did too much
I got a leg and arm in the streets, if i could i would arm up the streets
Head out and bombard the police
On my mama, n*ggas ain't ready
And this ain't reality you was sleep
Shouldve took the blue pill now its Kruger on a beat
You cats too curious the rabbit hole deep
But bust a move, you rush get hit
Stick a chap, a busted lip
Rap, semtex imma stick to that
Velcro grip, mayor bungus such a diplomat
Tell a lie, sell a lie
Fake thugs get rich but they just celibate
They ain't busted sh*t, f*ck em
No pun intended
n*ggas will snake you for hoes and money i seen that
Ain't no backbone they snakes they spleen absent
Lemme switch the flow up, pen on gym game its getting swole up
You n*ggas play poker the way yall fold up
Sharpen up yall missing the point
They legalize weed still n*ggas sittin in the joint
They got you on mute, they hearing the noise
And no judge push the button they ain't hearing yo voice
[Chorus 2: PARIAH PETE]
Never find us on the radar
Only speaking business when speaking in the lair
If you on the clock, ya betta hustle that way
And eliminate an empty suit, any f*cking day so uh
You want treaties and truces
These motherf*ckers must be clueless
You want treaties and truces
So you dont see yo family hanging from nooses
X2
[Outro: PARIAH PETE]
I know its mine now
I been trying so hard just to find out, that the sign out
Front is really just a front so i shine out blunt, with the blinds down
So you want treaties and these truces
Empty suits filled with the f*cking foolish
You ain't fooling me, it ain't hard to believe
I’m other worldly so they alienate me